My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Brandon noted Janet’s silence and his heart rate quickened.

Had Janet discovered something amiss? Was she probing him now? Brandon’s mind was whirling with conjectures.

Even though he was the CEO of Larson Group in the professional sphere, at home he was simply a man in love with his wife. Consequently, harboring a secret made it near impossible not to panic in the face of his wife’s abrupt quietude. "Do you recall which hospital it is? I’ll ask Sean to clear some time in the afternoon and schedule a check-up for tomorrow," Brandon tentatively proposed. He caressed Janet’s face, offering soft reassurances, "Don’t fret.I’ll comply with the treatment protocol and recover as soon as possible."

Hearing these words, Janet could no longer contain the flood of emotions within her, and she rushed into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face tightly against his chest.

The sound of his heartbeat and his familiar scent brought her immeasurable relief and joy. The corners of Janet’s mouth lifted into a contented smile, yet she felt on the verge of tears. Having such a devoted husband, she felt no regrets, even if she were to remain childless for life. Caught off guard for a few seconds, Brandon cautiously encircled her in his arms, gently patting her back. Observing Janet’s reaction, he had a hunch.

It appeared the scenario he dreaded the most had indeed unfolded. After a moment, Brandon asked softly, "Did your mom take you for a check-up today?"

Janet responded with a muted affirmation, nuzzling his chest. She was too overcome to articulate her feelings, fearful that speaking would unleash her tears. Hearing Janet’s confirmation, despite his earlier hunch, Brandon’s heart ached as if pierced by a sharp blade, and he found it difficult to breathe. He could not fathom the level of despair Janet must have felt upon receiving the news, nor how she managed to spend the subsequent lonely hours alone a home No wonder… No wonder she appeared so downcast.

crying all afternoon before he

always remained composed. Brandon gently cupped her beautiful face, softly brushed away the tears trickling down her cheeks with his lips, and whispered,

were adorned with droplets, making her look quite pitiful. Brandon, who had always been tender towards Janet,

could shoulder her sorrow. "Please don’t cry… This is

it to

hit me or scold me as you please.Just stop crying,

kissed her palm, gazed at her fondly, and murmured in a soft voice, "As long as

a warmth in her

she

by yourself? I’m your wife; I have every right to bear

offering soothing words and apologies until she gradually